Well.  That was interesting.  And unexpected.  An hour before our last dance practice, Dancer Chick messaged me and another girl in the class to see if we wanted to go out for drinks afterwards.

Hell yeah.  The best times are always spontaneous and unplanned.

The end of class arrived, and it looked like it was just going to be me and DC, but Teacher decided to join us.  We walked to a bar two doors down and nabbed one of the last free tables.  DC sat on one side, and I made sure to sit next to Teacher on the other. The conversation was flowing, I had beers #2 and #3, and our drinking led to drinking games.  A lot of interesting facts came to light.

As it turns out.. I was wrong.  And I was right.  Teacher IS single, like I had initially thought.  I did mishear things after all.  I also found out why she broke up with her boyfriend, and this is the best part: He wanted marriage and kids, and she doesn’t want either.  Score!

Holy shit, this is awesome.  I never expected she’d be on the same page as me.  Naturally, I took the opportunity to casually mention I wasn’t interested in marriage or kids either.  Teacher didn’t say anything, but I knew she was listening to every word.  But DC was really surprised to hear that, and I had no problem telling her all about it since I didn’t give a fuck what she thought.  If you remember, she’d pretty much already told me she wasn’t interested, and I’d lost interest as well.


Teacher rubbed my back at one point during the evening, and later when I got up to go to the bathroom I put my hand on her leg as I was getting out of my chair.  Too bad the table wasn’t bugged, as I would have given anything to know whether the two girls were talking about me while I was inside peeing buckets.

We stayed for another half-hour before calling it a night.  Teacher walked us back to the studio so she could let me and DC out the back door, since we’d parked in the rear lot.  DC went out first, and Teacher was standing there grinning at me and holding the door open. I thought I was just going to get a “good night” from her like I usually do, but when I got close she came up and gave me a hug and I gave her a kiss on the cheek (my turn, this time). I also ran my hand up and down her back just once before I disengaged.  Once again, nothing aggressive, just the briefest of non-offensive touches, but hopefully enough to drop a hint without being too obvious.

And that was that.  Overall I was very pleased with myself.  I didn’t blurt any dumb shit, or do anything that I’m now kicking myself over. I still worry that I might have been friend zoned, but I think if I can maintain a light level of flirting and stay distant otherwise, then I can very pull this off.

In fact, I’d already started taking that approach during our previous class – the distancing, anyway.  I was simply present without really saying much to her. And suddenly she had a few compliments for me – telling me how good I looked, mentioning that she was telling people about me…  Oh?  Talking to people about me?  I’m very curious to know what that’s about.  She also took hold of my arms to move me into position (since we were dancing in formation), and then she touched me on the arm again as I was leaving that night.

Meanwhile, she’s booked us a gig dancing at a local bar the Friday after next.  And bar = more drinking and flirting.  I’m feeling pretty confident – I know I can do this!  Otherwise the gods are just dangling the biggest carrot in the universe in front of me.  She likes the same music and dance, she doesn’t want marriage or kids, she’s offensive and vulgar and uses foul language… I mean, what’s not to like?


On another note, DC has pissed me off.  Back when I was having my first drink, she pulled out her phone to take a picture to document the moment.  “I’ll send it to you on Facebook!” she said.  I just shrugged and said okay. I didn’t ask; she volunteered.  But a month went by and I never got it.  During one of our Facebook chats I said, “oh btw – didn’t you take pictures from that night we all went out?”  No response.  Then another month went by and we were all hanging around after class and the subject of pictures came up.  I took the opportunity to turn to DC and go, “Hey, you never sent me those pics, did you?”  She laughed and said she would.  And I’m still waiting.   Those are the only two times I’ve mentioned to her, and I’m certainly not going to ask her again.   But what’s up with that?  I’m convinced that she has the pics but isn’t sending them to me for some reason.   JBlondie suggested that maybe she’s jealous… what do you think?


After four anxious weeks, Tuesday’s dance lessons have finally resumed.  I’ve done my best to keep my hopes down.  After class was over I deliberately lingered until the other girls had left.  Teacher was sitting in her office riffling through stuff when I appeared in the doorway.  First I asked her about the extra Friday night classes she had proposed last month, and yes she’s still going to hold those once she figures out what time is best.  Then I asked her how her holidays were.  Her parents are going through a divorce and she’s mediating.

Teacher and I have some common ground there.  What I have to deal with isn’t so bad, though.  I’m actually a hit at parties now.  People clamor for those stories, and I just stand in a corner entertaining folks with my props and gesticulations.  Teacher was slumped over with laughter at that  bit.  I joked that I picked a good time to start drinking, especially after some recent family events.  At the mention of drinking, Teacher lit up.

“Oh my god, that was so much fun last time.  We definitely need to do that again!” she said.

“Yeah, we definitely should!” I agreed.  “What you would suggest for my second beer?”  She mentioned a couple of local bars we could go to, one that has trivia night and another that has free pizza.  “Let’s do it!” I said excitedly.  “How about next week after class?”   She said she’d send an email and let the others know.  So she wants to make it another group outing.  Okay.  Not a big deal.  Our last outing was definitely the most fun I’d had in a while, and if it unexpectedly turns into a regular thing, that’s cool.

“All right, I’ll see you next week!”

“All right!  Bye sweetie…”


Ugh.  I don’t like the sound of that.  It sounds like she just views me as some adorable boy – the kind you kiss on the cheek and whose hair you ruffle and whom you call “sweetie” – and not someone she wants to dirty the sheets with.  I relayed this to a couple of friends and they confirmed my belief.  And if I needed any further confirmation, Teacher just uploaded a picture on Facebook.  A picture of the bartenders from the bar we all went to last time.  So she’s there tonight, after we were just talking about going out for drinks.

I guess she’s not interested then. Otherwise wouldn’t she have said, “actually I’m going out for a drink tonight – why don’t you come?”   Then again, as I’m typing this I’m realizing I could have suggested the same.  But for some reason my instincts told me to suggest going out next week, so I went with that.

Sigh.  Well… I can’t say I wasn’t expecting that things might unfold this way.  But even though this looks like another dead end, I feel like I gotta at least try before I give up entirely.  I have yet to turn the charm or flirtatiousness on full blast – both of which can be quite deadly if the right girl crosses my path.  And we’re still hanging out next week.  She’ll get to know me a little better outside of class (which, ironically, was my original strategy for Dancer Chick).

On a brighter note, I’m meeting with New Girl this Sunday.  I’m already preparing myself for yet another letdown.  These ups and downs are killing me.  I get my hopes up over and over and over again and I’m let down each time.  I’m not sure why this keeps happening.  At this point I can only hope that things will simply turn out differently for a change.  We shall find out soon enough.


Well.  This is interesting.  While I’ve been waiting for Tuesday classes to resume so that I can finally see Teacher again, I’ve had my Wednesday night classes with my other dance group to distract me. And another distraction arrived this past Wednesday night.

I’ve become the de facto dance instructor in this other group. The original instructor had nothing left to show me, so I started watching YouTube videos and going to workshops to learn more.  At this point I’m the one introducing new steps and routines, and I’ve already choreographed a few numbers for the group. Very good practice for when I’ll have my own group someday.

Anyway, a prospective student came down last week, a girl who’d seen our most recent performance and inquired about joining.  She was a tall, thin blonde in her mid- to late-twenties.  I showed her some of the beginning steps, and then she watched as we went through some of the more advanced stuff.  At the end of the night we walked outside together.  She inquired about my dance background, and I did the same.  She professed interest in coming back, but I just smiled wryly as I waved her good night.  Lots of people came down over the years, saying they’d be back, but most we never saw again.

So imagine my surprise when she found me on Facebook and sent me a message earlier tonight.  She said Wednesdays are no good for her after all, but she was impressed with my abilities, and further impressed that I’d only been dancing for a few years.  She wanted to know whether I’d be interested in getting together sometime to show her what I know and maybe choreograph a dance.  You know, just the two of us.  She actually teaches dance herself, and volunteered the use of the studio she works at.  She says we can go there on Sundays when nobody else is there.  “Oh, and here’s my number:  XXX-XXX-XXXX.”

Dancer Chick, Teacher, and now this new girl… still working on a nickname for her.  I’ve always heard that girls like a guy who can dance, but that’s never redounded to my benefit.  Now it looks like it may finally be paying off.  Good deal!

Speaking of Teacher, I’m still playing it cool.  When I really like someone I have a tendency to blurt and do stupid shit, but I’ve kept myself in check so far.  I haven’t even liked or commented on a single thing on her Facebook.  However, that hasn’t stopped me from combing for other hints of interest.  I’ve noticed that she posted the picture of the four of us at the bar, and “liked” her own photo.  I’ve been looking through the rest and have yet to find any other instances of her liking her own photos.  Good sign…?

Several of you said she seems interested based on her actions, but I’m still doubtful.  Part of me feels like if she were really interested, then there wouldn’t be any question.  Like with New Girl (there, I have a nickname).  THAT’S how you know a girl is interested in you.  I almost think that asking if a girl is interested is like asking a girl if she had an orgasm; if you have to ask, then the answer is no.  But I could be wrong.  We’ll see.  In any case I’m kinda glad it’s been almost a month since I last saw Teacher.  The more time that passes, the less I obsess over her.

What do you think, though?  Is New Girl interested in me?  😀


I raised the glass to my lips in quiet anticipation.  And as soon as the hour struck, I took a tentative sip.  Two things changed at that moment:  I became a 30-year-old virgin, and I had my first beer.

Yes, my first beer ever.  I’ve had wine, I’ve had champagne, I’ve had vodka, I’ve had a tequila shot once… all very sparingly, but never an actual beer.  It just never appealed to me.  Of course, when I was at the age when I could have started drinking, there weren’t options like there are today.  You know – all this craft beer and other bullshit.  There was just Budweiser.  I always figured that if beer tasted like it smelled, then I wasn’t interested.

But this beer I was having was quite scrumptious.  It went down very easily.  And fifteen minutes later, I finally understood why people drank.  Alcohol really does work wonders as a social lubricant.  Not that I needed it on this occasion, but nonetheless I was more relaxed than ever.  And giggly.  Holy Jesus.  I was laughing up a storm, and nothing hilarious was happening.

The girls were quite amused by my antics, though.

Ahh, yes… the girls.

A couple of weeks ago I came up with a brilliant idea.  I suggested that we should all go out for drinks after this week’s dance class, especially since this is the last time we’re meeting before the holidays.  Everybody was all for it, and Dancer Chick seemed super-stoked.  Dancer Chick, the cute girl in my class in whom I was interested, but didn’t appear interested in return.  That didn’t mean that I didn’t still have my eye on her, because I did.

I thought this would be a great opportunity for her to get to know me a little better and to talk outside of class for a change. That part went as well I could have hoped.  And I took her enthusiasm for my proposed outing as a good sign, especially since there were only four of us going:  her, myself, our dance teacher, and the other girl in the class (whom I’ve dubbed Teacher and Married Girl respectively).

Then something interesting happened.  I’m probably reading too much into things as usual, and it’s probably nothing, but I feel like it’s worth mentioning.

As I was getting ready to take my first sip, Dancer Chick pulled out her phone to take a picture.  Just before she could take the snap, Teacher ran over and put her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Whoa.  I turned quite red, but thankfully we were in a bar so it was dark and nobody noticed.  And that wasn’t the only time she did that, either.  She hugged and kissed me at least two more times throughout the night, and my memory is a little hazy (yes, even after one beer) but I’m pretty sure she even ruffled my hair once as she walked past.

She’s the same age as me.  She informed us that night that she broke up with her boyfriend a few months ago.  I always thought she was hot, but I never paid her that much attention because she had been unavailable.  Now that I know she’s single, she’s become even more attractive to me.  And now – due to her actions – I can’t help but wonder…

After we all parted ways and wished each other a Merry Christmas, I went home to bed.  I was so delirious with lust I could barely sleep, and when I did sleep I had all kinds of sex dreams about her.  I’m even willing to overlook her Italian Syndrome.  She’s only part Italian, but that’s the part that wins out.  She’s talks very loud and very fast. Yappity yappity yappity boppity-bada-bing-bada-bop.  But she’s a lot livelier than Dancer Chick, which is a plus.

I’ve met girls like her before, and after a while I learned not to read too much into anything because some girls are just touchy-feely like that and that’s the way they are with everyone and it doesn’t mean a thing.  But in any case, she has me all hot and bothered and curious.  Next class is not until the first week of January, and the wait is going to kill me.  I’m very much interested in her.  And I’m still a little interested in Dancer Chick… but I feel like I should just forget about her – I can do better than someone who doesn’t exhibit any real outward signs of interest.  Teacher is more my speed.  Energetic, outgoing, vocal, no filter, and she owns her own dance school so she’s an entrepreneur like myself.  Good deal.


In the meantime, I’ve been reflecting on how far I’ve come in just a short year.  At 29 I was virtually dateless.  Now I’m 30 with 30 dates under my belt, along with some making out and some titty action.  That’s the most action I’ve seen since high school, which really isn’t saying much.  So I’ve come a long way since then, and a long way since I’ve started this blog.

I don’t really have any plans for this point forward.  I’ve taken down my online dating profiles, with no real desire to go back there anytime soon.  I’ve had my fill for now so I’m just going to take a break.  Time for something different.